There will be no more clues,

no more bits to fit into place.

You were not an easy man.

Much was hidden behind your laughter.

We must be content with

what we have achieved,

there will be no more.

And as the years go by,

people will fill in the missing colors,

interpret the holes in your life,

and say they know you.

Perhaps they will be right.

I, who have known you as well

as anyone, will never feel I knew much.

Will never feel I knew enough.

by Cher Bibler